Short Tale 9

She stood near the park bench,

Her heart missing and skipping a beat,

She knew he would come to her,

After all she meant comfort to his life, a lot of care…

if only he would really share…


The rays of the morning sun spilled onto them,

Their hearts separated by life’s pace and rhythm…


From a distance afar came the retriever running to his master..

His feet racing over the grass faster…

The golden retriever looked at his master’s eyes,

He never asked a series of why’s..

He trusted his “master” and knew there were never lies….


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